Bimus's words were extremely harsh, yet Smog merely let out a disdainful sneer.
"Rather than threatening me here, Your Holiness, you should think about how to deal with him. Otherwise, I'm afraid Your Holiness's so-called great undertaking will be strangled in the cradle before it even begins."
"A bunch of useless fools. If your plan still doesn't succeed, then I'll have no choice but to use the Divine Cable."
This time, Smog could no longer laugh. His face darkened as he replied:
"If things really come to that, I'm afraid Your Holiness won't come away unscathed either."
"For the sake of My God's cause, any sacrifice is worthwhile."
Smog cursed him as a madman, then severed his connection with Bimus.
The mask fell from Bimus's face. Already severely damaged, it had now suffered even more damage; at this point, it could only be called half a mask.
Holding the half-mask in his hand, Bimus looked at a jade bottle placed on the counter. No one would have guessed that the key to opening the Divine Cable was inside it.
He put the mask back in the cabinet, then took one last look at the horsetail whisk floating in the very center before finally closing the cabinet door.
Picking up the jade bottle from the cabinet, he rubbed his palm over it. Through the light, one could see liquid flowing inside.
After putting the jade bottle back, Bimus took his staff and walked out of the meditation room.
Passing through the main gate, he arrived at the dungeon. The place was still filled with the screams of a group of lunatics, but the instant Bimus appeared, every madman imprisoned there fell silent.
Meris's hands and feet were shackled with iron chains. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed,